[Intro]

(You—)

(You have no heart)

(Pick up the phone)

(Hoodrich)

[Verse]

My niggas be sippin' on yak, I'm finna go beat up this bitch from the back (Why didn't you text me back?)

Lil' niggas ain't from the trap, bitch, I gotta move tact'

Told that bitch, "It's facts," yuke can't get attached

​yuke's style unmatched, see 12, my niggas gon' blast

All of your niggas gon' dash, all of your niggas gon' switch up

With the clique, and we cliqued up

Now your bitch say she miss us